Shrinker on the Orient Express (9) - Munich to Vienna 1

The train was about to leave, and Dom was still on his own in the cabin. He couldn’t believe his luck: maybe there would be no passenger for this segment. Maybe he could have all night to figure out how he was going to get help. He could somehow write a message on the seat, or somehow get to the emergency alarm. He needed more time to think, but he was suddenly struck by a surge of energy. The tiny man sat on the immense seat, looking around at the gently sloping sides of the bowl, in which he was at the bottom. The vast desert of dark blue fabric contained gentle bumps, making it look like a calm sea at night.

Indeed, the light was fading outside, and Dom could just make our a red-orange sky in the gap between the top of the train window and the ceiling of the station platform outside. The vibrant colours reminded him of a Caribbean cocktail, and suddenly he was filled with a longing for a holiday. He cursed, suddenly angry about everything that had happened to him. He was angry with Elizabeth for abandoning him, but more than anything he was angry with the world that he had shrunk. The recess from danger had allowed his fear to dissipate, and be replaced by rage. He stood up and opened his mouth to roar, kicking the seat with his bare foot.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Click.

Dom’s cry got stuck in his throat as he froze, adrenaline shooting through him as he heard the click of the door handle. He stared apprehensively at the screen as it slid to the side, but was caught off guard as the train lurched to a start. The tiny boy crashed onto his side, but didn’t take his eyes off of the door. The shock had also taken the newcomer by surprise and Dom watched the door slip rapidly open as the passenger clung to it to steady themselves.

Catching their balance, the person who was to share the cabin with Dom for the night stepped tentatively into the space, panting. The giantess was easily the largest that Dom had yet seen, a chubby, middle-aged woman in some semblance of business attire. She leaned against the side of the door before taking another step in, lugging a large suitcase with her. Dom took in her form as she got closer, letting the door shut behind her. She had her back to him, hauling the suitcase into the middle of the cabin with considerable effort.

The charcoal grey pencil skirt she wore around her abdomen stretched over her ample rear as she strained, the huge mounds of flesh beneath flexing to support her. The skirt itself had ridden up to near the tops of her thighs because of her struggles, but beneath it, Dom could make out dark tights, threadbare in places, allowing him to glimpse her pale white skin. A smart white top was tucked into the top of the skirt, showing some wrinkles from the day of use, but remaining largely smooth due to it too being stretched across her body.

The giantess finally released the bag, letting it rest in the middle of the room, and turned towards the window.

Hardly perceptible to someone at normal size, Dom noticed the slight bulge of her gut over the waistband of the skirt, and the strain in the buttons of her sleeveless top as it hugged her torso. But what most amazed him were her breasts. Each mountain was like a planet in its own right, hanging to the level of the base of her ribcage despite the colossal bra that tried to contain them. The dark material under the thin white top was clearly visible and only managed to cover the bottom half of her boobs, so huge were they. The top buttons of her top were undone and an enormous cleavage stared down at him, even from such an angle. The skin of her neck was red and she continued to pant, each breath causing her bosom to bounce in front of her.

While her plush body hid its age, her face showed that she was clearly not as young as Dom. Some winkles and ridges made Dom think that she must have been in her thirties, but he couldn’t tell much beyond that. Her face was pretty, but understated; the kind that one could notice, but just as quickly forget. Her pale blue eyes jumped back and forth as she watched the station accelerating away outside, the train leaving Munich as it continued its journey.

The goddess planted her hands on her hips, still recovering from the rush. She had been held late at the office and so had practically run to the station to catch her train. She was due at the company conference next morning and this had been the only train she could get. It meant traveling overnight, but she really didn’t have a choice. Dom could see the dark sweat stains under her arms and when she raised them, the scent of her body odour reached his nose. The stale damp smell wasn’t overpowering like the French girl’s feet had been, but was still enough to make him very aware of her presence. Dirty blonde hair fell straight like ropes beside her head, coming down to a centimetre below her jaw. The giantess ran a hand through it, wiping her brow of the sweat that spotted her skin, and her hair fell right back into place.

Mila surveyed the space, silently thankful that there was no one else in the cabin. She managed to catch her breath, but she knew that she was still red in the face, as she became after any real physical effort. She checked her smart watch and sighed. She would need to be at the conference at 08h30 to set up, but couldn’t get into her hotel until 08h00. The train would arrive at 07h00, so she had an hour to kill before she would have to hurriedly clean herself up. Mila eyed the ajar door to the bathroom, and frowned at the tiny shower cubicle.

She didn’t have the best balance, and as such had always been terrified of the idea of washing herself in a slippery, moving shower. She had traveled on a few sleeper trains, but had never worked up the courage to wash herself while the train was moving. It wasn’t ideal, as she felt the stickiness of her arms as they touched her sides, but she was just going to have to bear it. At least there were no other passengers to pressure her into a shower. She smiled.

The huge woman turned back towards the window and took a step towards it. Dom was still frozen in fear on the seat as he watched her approach, the width of her huge thigh coming a wall in front of him. She looked out into the distance as the train left the city, gliding along into the countryside. She reached up, parting her impressive cleavage to retrieve her phone, as she twisted into the chair, swinging her hips to the side as she came down.

Dom’s eyes widened as in a single movement, the humungous woman came crashing towards him. He just had time to lift an arm before her body was upon him. The grey skirt fell on him like a waterfall, knocking him back against the chair and pinning his body down as her weight came down. Losing count of his ordeals, Dom once more found himself swallowed up by a giantess’s flesh, Mila’s booty absorbing his figure without a sweat. He sank into the fabric, but could feel the moist, pallid flesh above him as she settled into the seat, pulverising the little bug of a man that she hadn’t noticed. With a quick twist of her hips, Mila ripped the tiny man across the seat, getting comfortable as he came to rest directly beneath her crack. He had no idea where he was, as the thick cheeks of the giantess’s rump were pressed together, forming a near airtight seal between them. All Dom knew was that a colossal mass was squashing him into the scratch seat, and it seemed that she hadn’t even noticed that he was there.

Mila leaned, back, resting her sweaty back against the seat. Dom felt the weight shift slightly as her body moved overhead and her butt morphed to spread out her weight. The giantess unlocked her phone and started quickly scrolling through her emails, paying no attention to the intangible struggles of the pathetic Brit, crushed beneath her rear.

***

Time seemed to pass more slowly in the hot, sweaty prison under the German woman’s ass, so Dom had no idea how long he was beneath her as the train continued into the night. Maybe it was a side effect of the inability to breathe? Every second felt like an hour as his burning lungs screamed out for air, and got nothing, but refused to give up. The hellish torture was like nothing Dom had ever dreamed possible, as his body’s refusal to die forced him to endure more suffering than should have been possible. It was almost pitch black outside now, but Mila was still scrolling on her phone. Dom once again tried to move, knowing that it was futile, but refusing to do nothing as the crushing weight of the woman’s butt trapped him. He tried again and again, willing his arm to shift under the huge, flabby meat that pinned him, until finally he felt something.

At first, Dom thought that he had managed to move, but the vibrations that he felt continued beyond his movements. The deep rumbling seemed to reverberate through the giantess’s body, but originated far above him. The British man tried to think what could be happening, as he opened his eyes in the darkness, not able to breathe, let alone see. He figured it out, but with a sinking feeling, realised that he could do nothing about it.

PFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

The blast of hot air seemed to create a column of space through the tight crack of Mila’s butt, and found its way to the tiny man trapped beneath her. Dom shut his eyes as the blast of sweltering, foul-smelling air rushed over him, somehow pushing him further into the chair than her ass had been able to. He had learnt from his relatively short time being shrunk what his body would do, but even though he knew he didn’t need to, his body instinctively gasped, sucking in the air that it thought would sustain it.

Dom’s own body forced him to suck in the blonde goddess’s hot fart, the aroma worming its way into his very being until he himself smelled like nothing more than Mila’s bowels. The stream of gas quickly terminated, and Dom was left to filter the horrid smelling fumes until there was no oxygen left, and the burning feeling returned to his lungs. He coughed as he tasted the disgusting scent on his tongue, but was powerless to resist his body’s need to air.

Mila blushed as she felt the fart slide through her ass cheeks. She clenched them, trying to contain the smell but failing. Instead, all she achieved was adding even more pressure on the flattened man beneath her, crushing him further with her booty.